[LN] [Open] - It could work as a grappling hook in a pinch

[saisthelimit]

Raph wasn't a guy who went with the flow as easily as he needed to. The lessons he'd taken with Master Splinter about this only went so far for a guy who's anger is sparked like a wildfire. For the past few days, he's been oscillating between sleep and the training area to wail on training dummies in a broody fit.

He's off-balance. He's losing his focus. He's not used to being away from his family, away from his whole support network and he's not great at making a new one. This situation has thrown one fact into stark relief: he makes his best friends by beating them up. He hasn't had anyone to beat up in awhile.

He didn't feel like going back to the training room today...Somehow, he'd felt weaker than he usually did. He'd settle, right at the moment, for watching the yetis and elves in the workshop. It wasn't exactly cheering him up, but once or twice a yeti would drop a hammer on it's foot or an elf would put it's head through a drum. Good enough for a laugh, but it's not distracting him from his restlessness.

...What is distracting him is his last resort hobby: knitting. He's making a scarf. He got some weird looks from one of the elves when he asked for it, and the first person who laughs is going to be holding the yarn.

In their mouth.

Level grinding.

[justoutrunyou]

 
There was still danger, even in this world.

As much as Sandy hated to admit it, she'd gotten swept up in the magic and wonder of Santa's workshop. Even if she was still having nightmares and found herself uncomfortable in large crowds things were so much better here that she'd gotten soft. And it had almost gotten them in trouble. 

It's not as though it was a disaster, but it could have been and that was enough for Sandy to jump back into her habit of daily work outs and training. She had to be ready for the inevitable. Someday soon the Fearlings would attack and she didn't want to die again if she could help it.

She didn't even know if she could die now, the rules were still a little hazy to her.

For now she would make due with what she had. Some training dummies were set up in one of the rooms off the main workshop and she was working with a training dagger moving as quickly as she could between them jabbing at the vital points of each mark before moving to the next.

One, two, three, four, five. A circuit of enemies that she was trying to dart between. She expected to feel weaker like she always did after dying in the arena but she didn't. She felt powerful, fast. Like a bullet.

But would it be enough? It had never been enough before. With a look of grim determination she resumed her practice, maybe she'd have to start pressing the others to learn some of their techniques like she had been doing back in Panem.